The atmosphere was still tense between Noah and me while we were inside his car, on the way to Cold Stone for my duty that day. I could sense him glancing at me from time to time, but I paid no mind. I was either facing forward or looking out at the window at my side.
Wasting no time, Noah immediately apologized to me the next day while waiting outside my door and carrying a cup of iced coffee. And honestly, I could just shrug him off and ignore him, but I already got tired of arguing about the same thing over and over again. I didn’t want to hear any of his excuses, even when it didn’t seem like he was planning to explain himself.
Noah just said his apologies without voluntarily stating his reasons — and I couldn’t care less.
I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. But I final
